You are stepping off the bus, you have arrived at the college campus you will be teaching history classes at for the year. As you walk among the buildings trying to recall the lecture hall you were given your mind wanders. You remember the events leading up to this point.

You recall acing your SAT s in sophomore year of high school and getting bumped up a grade. You remember the countless hours of studying you dedicated to the history of the world. You remember denying yourself a social life to further your goals. You remember working your damnedest to get into Yale and graduate on the dean's list.

You remember the soul encompassing feeling of satisfaction when you graduated a year early and on TOP of the deans list. Now here you are. At the same place your grandfather taught history for thirty some odd years. You fulfilled your promise to him. You took his place so he would always know the students he cared so much for are getting the quality education they deserve.

… so why do you feel so…

disappointed?

After all, you're the youngest overly qualified teacher in this school's history. That's a hell of an accomplishment… right?

As you ponder your emotions you find your lecture hall. 'ah well.' you think to your self. 'after I teach for a while I’ll probably get right in the swing of things. I'm just a bit jittery on my first day.' when you open the doors an unexpected sight greets you.

A woman in a rather poofy dress is sitting by your podium. Before you can say anything she looks at you and stands up. She strides over to you in a way that you might call predatory. She looks at you strangely, her eyes almost seem to glow. After a while you decide to speak up but she interrupts immediately. “when your students arrive I’m going to help you play a prank on them.” she says in a casual manner. “what do you mean?” you ask.

She walks to the staff door you just entered from and smirks. “just play along.” she then leaves. You stare in confusion. However perhaps starting the year with a prank is a good idea. After all, it's always nice to have a teacher with a sense of humor, right? Anyway, you set up your first presentation, the history of the school itself, and your own story, to get the students acclimated to you and your teaching style.

Your first class arrives right on time. A moderately full hall greets you tiredly. You assume some were just too tired from the previous day's excitement to get proper sleep and would get here eventually. You clap your hands once to get their attention. “welcome. To world history. Now before we discuss the world and its many intriguing tales I believe we should start with where we are. This campus. Now back in 1783...”

your class follows you attentively, your many rapid arm movements seem to wake them up a bit.

+1 charisma

“… and when I graduated from Yale, at age nineteen, I made sure to get myself placed here to fulfill my grandfather's wish. Now he looks upon me from… well wherever he decided to go, with pride. I’m sure of it.” with my lecture finished I turn to the class and ask the most important question. “any questions?” immediately three quarters of the student's hands ascend. The rest of the period is spent answering mundane questions that make me more human in their eyes. That after all was the goal of this, so all in all a resounding success. Eventually I remember that woman, and I wonder if the prank was actually against me. But then as if reading my thoughts she opens the doors lazily and strolls over to me. “sweetheart, why didn't you wake me up before you went to work?” she lazily whined. Ah so that's the prank. The student's all stare at her and then me. It does seem ridiculous. Me, with my geeky but friendly demeanor and her with her… I guess mysterious sensuality? Yeah that sounds about right.

Following her lead I begin my part in this charade. “but you looked so comfortable in bed, I didn't want to bother you.” the students are really staring now. “fine, I suppose you're right. It was comfortable, but not as comfortable as it was last night...” she trailed off giving a not so subtle look at my crotch. This is actually starting to get hard to keep a straight face for. The students are actually gaping at us! “meh, hard to argue with that. Class this is my lovely-” she interrupted “i can introduce myself dear. I'm his lovely girlfriend. Yukari Yakumo. The pleasure is all yours.” damn if they goggle any harder their eyes may fall out their heads.

Unfortunately the bell rings and I have to dismiss the class before the comedy got better. As the last student left I turned to talk to this Yukari woman bet she was gone.

The rest of the day went quickly, With the same questions more or less. At the end of the day as I packed my equipment up, she returned.

“my you are good at that.” she said conversationally. “i should hope so.” I said in an equally casual tone. Something about her was different. She had… this aura. Like power was flowing through her. How did I not feel this before? “i suppose my little prank has left you somewhat confused.” she said as she sat on a chair, that might I add I’m positive wasn't there last time I checked. “a bit, but it was entertaining still.” I said. Something in her eye changes. “good.” she says pleasantly.

“i have a proposition for you.” she says suddenly, surprising you. Her voice is rather serious as well. “what sort of proposition?” you ask out of genuine curiosity. “the type that can decide the fate of many. But doesn’t condemn them if refused.” she states.

You are filled with severe trepidation. The way she says that strange response… you can't help but believe her. “what is this proposition.” you ask weary of the response. She looks to your black board. And starts drawing something. When she's done she grabs your pointer and starts lecturing you, it would seem comedic to you if she wasn't so serious right now.

“this” she says pointing to a large circle, “is earth. For the sake of this description, just imagine it's to a proper scale.” I kind of need that imagination. She's not a great artist. “now this” she says pointing to a small half circle next to earth, “is where I’m from. A world named Gensokyo.” I nod even though I’m starting to get doubts to her sanity. “Gensokyo is the world where the supernatural exists in spades. A refuge for youkai, monster's and all the supernatural forces of days long past. I was one of the three groups who formed it centuries ago, when humans began losing belief in the supernatural.” 'she either is VERY delusional or I managed to get myself involved in the crown jewel of madness.' you say to yourself in your head. “the three who created Gensokyo were myself, the gap youkai, who created the barrier between sensibility and nonsensibility. thus keeping magic from escaping. The unexisting one who was erased from reality as the cost to make the barrier of earth, thus keeping Gensokyo physically separate from earth. And the Hakurei priests, who created the great Hakurei border which keeps living things from traveling between the two worlds.” as she says this she points to three lines between the two shapes.

She then says, “as long as two of these barriers are fully powered, or all three are at leased MOSTLY powered, Gensokyo is perfectly stable.” you suddenly feel as though you know what's wrong. “now the barrier I made, I still control while I’m conscious. The barrier the erased one made will always exist so long as he… at least I think it was a man, doesn't. The Hakurei border is entirely controlled by the Hakurei bloodline.” yep that feeling seems to be right. “my problem is, there's only one Hakurei left.” uh oh. “she's dying.” you hate being right sometimes. “what happened.” you ask. “pure bad luck. During a battle with the goddess of the planet Makai, she crashed into a wall in order to evade a rather large danmaku attack.” danmaku? You decide to ask later. “she won the fight and came home to Gensokyo, but apparently, she damaged something in her. Now Gensokyo is very behind times in medicine, so I had to steal some life support from the human world just to keep her alive.” that sounds very bad but… “what does that have to do with me?” you ask. Yukari gives you a nervous look. “i can alter the boundary between someone being a Hakurei and not. I came here looking for someone with enough natural magic in them to take the position, because the Hakurei bloodline holder MUST be human, and the humans in Gensokyo aren't the friendliest towards youkai. The Hakurei bloodline's responsibilities are to preserve peace. Giving the mantle to someone who may abuse the position to help one side or the other exclusively is a recipe for complete disaster. I HAD to choose an outsider. And you seem to fit the bill.” she finished.

You stare at her for a while in dull surprise. Before you can respond she starts talking. Again. “I’m not making you choose now. I have Gensokyo frozen in time right now, an emergency spell I created for this exact emergency. I'll give you this year to decide. Oh, and if you want I can unlock your magic for you, to experiment with, and practice. Even if you say no after the year is up, I’ll let you keep your magic unlocked.”

“so what do you say?”

[X] yes. I'll do it. Lets go right now.
[X] yes. But give me time to prepare.
[X] maybe. I need time to think.
[X] maybe. But magic sounds cool.
[X] no. leave my alone you mentally unstable psycho!